girls your age || clinton cave

dead; pt 11

//unedited.//

"mariah, you know i care for you right?"

"of course, mitchel." i smile as i look at him

"then hear me out, please?"

i nod, waiting for him to continue. he stares at me for a second before continuing on.

"do you like clinton?"

my breath halts for a second clinton?

before i let myself think about it i quickly shake my head, looking down.

"no, ew I could ne- "

" I know he gave you those marks."

i bite my lower lip, moving my hand to my neck, continuing to look down before thinking about what to say next.

" I was in a bad state of mind for a second and made a wrong decision, but I promise I don't like clinton." do i? i mean what's even there to like? his strong arms, soft lips, his dark hair?

i find myself in a trance, i get myself out of it quickly before mitchel notices and sigh

"there's not much time before we leave, can we please talk about this later, i have to get ready"

he takes a moment to stare at me before he sighs and nods. he's about to walk out, but he turns and stops

"you're not off the hook, we're gonna talk about this later." and before i can answer he walks off

i groan, and throw myself on to my bed face first, random noises coming out of my mouth and against the sheets of my bed.

i push myself up and pick up the broken makeup and pieces of glass carefully before doing my makeup with very small amount that wasn't destroyed

I get dressed and stop in front of the mirror admiring my reflection, the red fabric hugging my curves, and my chest pushing out just enough and the red strappy heels making me look taller i was ready to go.

i make my way downstairs to see everyone dressed. my eyes move to the strong figure belonging to clinton cave himself.

he stood there, floral printed shirt unbuttoned showing his chest off just enough and some black jeans, with his white nikes and his hair pulled into its usual style. he looked handsome and i just wanted to kiss him.

he catches my gaze and stares me up and down a small smirk plastered on his face before turning away from me and making his way out the door.

i follow behind the group of boys, linking arms with alexa as we all walk towards different cars, i look for clinton hoping to ride with him, but before i can make my way towards him jesse grabs my arm and looks at me

"maybe you should come hang out with me and mitchel and pat"

i don't object and i let him lead me to one of the cars, i get into the car, i lean my head against the window as the tires move across the street and my mind finds its way back to clinton, he's flooding my thoughts once again.

i sigh, shutting my eyes and shakes my head slightly and i can feel mitchel staring at me but i ignore his gaze and continue staring out the window.

this is going to be a long ride.

you can't like him mariah

but you do

you don't even know him

but you can get to

no, you can't!

what's the worst that could happen?

your heart can't take anymore damage...

i shut my eyes tight and stop the voices in my head

what am i gonna do?..

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hello!!! so this chapter is pretty short and i'm sorry about that, but once i get back into a groove and remember where i want this story to or just come up with how i want it to go they will get longer again! i promise and thank you so much for all of your support!!! 3k Reads???!???! wooow!!!! and this story is 65 in chase atlantic!!! and 118 likes, thank you so so so soooo much from the bottom of my heart❤️